Voices drift in from the endless night <br />Telling you they long to see the light <br />You whisper to them don't give up the fight <br />one day they to will have the gift of sight <br /> <br />Though answers are near there tied down by hate <br />But when they arrive you forget that there late <br />Though it seems sometimes it's controlled by fate <br />You will never forget the thoughts they create <br /> <br />As the soft voices turn to howls of dispair <br />The damage its done you can never repair <br />You desperatly long for someone to care <br />As you call into the night, it just isn't fair<br /><br />Liam Hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/illusions-of-hope/
